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Thursday, 4 July 2013

Oh Mandy!!!!!

This morning was an interesting one to say the least. After getting up a tiny bit later than usual due to watching the rather terrifying Luther last night on catch up we didn't sleep that well at all. This wasn't surprising as the whole story line ran along that of a rather sadistic serial killer who hid under beds and in lofts waiting for his victims before turning them into a Siouxsie and the Banshees type puppet thing.

I have to be honest here, I love gritty dramas especially crime ones but the main reason for watching this was the rather gorgeous Idris Elba.........Not that Mr DG knows this.............He just thinks I watch it for the plot line......Silly Man.......

Anyway, where was I.....Oh yes...........Slept in late and awoke with one eye still pinned open after watching the landing for above mentioned serial killer to pounce. Obviously this didn't happen (touching a lot of wood) as I am still here typing to you. Got The Whirlwind off to school for day 2 of his Digital Photography course (photos coming later) and ran upstairs to clean my teeth..................................................I think singing Barry Manilows "Mandy" might of upset the Gods above as I somehow managed to trap my belt over the door handle and rip the belt loop clean off my jeans. Cursing the crappy door knobs we have I carried on with my ablutions and also carried on singing "Mandy".........................."Oh Mandy la la la la la la but I sent you away oh Mandy la la la la"
....................................BANG!!! Went my little toe as I stubbed it on the door....WHACK!! Went my head as I stood up and walloped it on the bathroom cabinet................... I wont repeat what foul words left my mouth as I know I have some wholesome followers who may unfollow me in the next 3 seconds. Never the less it was not a terribly ladylike vocabulary that filled the bathroom as I sank to the floor clutching my toe with one hand and my head with the other.

I hobbled into the bedroom to see if I had a cartoon like bump growing out of my hair.Whilst sitting at the dressing table I peered into the mirror..................Suddenly out the corner of my eye reflected in my mirror I saw a figure emerging from under my bed..........................................I almost dropped dead with fright right there and then.....................In all the commotion I hadn't noticed The Teenager had disappeared from her bed and had decided that it would be "funny" to make me jump ..................I'm not sure "Funny" would be the word to describe how I felt but she collapsed with laughter at the sheer look on my face. To be fair to her she hadn't watched Luther with us for obvious reasons so had no idea that I had spent half the night waiting for this very act to happen. Her reason for doing it....................................................."Maybe you will stop singing that bloody awful song now" she laughed whilst leaving the room............................................................

I think I have recovered now from my trauma and have decided we need to get a bed with drawers underneath so nobody can fit under there. Mind you..................................My theory is.......................As long as I keep singing Barry Manilow songs at the top of my voice I think I might be safe....................Fingers crossed.......................Touch wood................Saluting a lone magpie........

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